Very few people possess true artistic ability. One of them is my friend Surabhi whose art can transform misery into joy. Her sketches and landscapes are simply perfect. The crafty strokes of her paint brushes had made my eyes go wide with amazement and my lips stretched into a big “O”. Here’s a pencil sketch of mine with which she has left me flabbergasted!

Ditto, isn't it?

And how much does she charge? A mere 300 rupees!($4.5) She can wrap you into canvass using charcoal sticks, pencil, oil paint, acrylic, crayons,wax, you name it!

Hats off to this alluring talent!

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If you desire to hold a beautiful sketch of yourself or your loved ones in your hand, email me at khanalishaask@gmail.com

If it falls your lot to be a street sweeper, sweep streets like Michelangelo painted pictures, sweep streets like Beethoven composed music, sweep streets like Leontyne Price sings before the Metropolitan Opera. Sweep streets like Shakespeare wrote poetry. Sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will have to pause and say: Here lived a great street sweeper who swept his job well. If you can’t be a pine at the top of the hill, be a shrub in the valley. Be the best little shrub on the side of the hill.

Be a bush if you can’t be a tree. If you can’t be a highway, just be a trail. If you can’t be a sun, be a star. For it isn’t by size that you win or fail. Be the best of whatever you are.

You read it right! You won’t be suffering from any sort of ailment that you usually do when your book is in your hand especially while preparing for an examination. I’m not going to blow a magic mantra on you, I wish I knew one myself! I’m going to teach you tips and tricks to cheat during an exam. Sounds cool right?

No.1. The magic phone

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Clicking pictures of your not so favourite answers on your cell phone and then thumping it down in your paper. If you aren’t skilled enough to do it in the classroom, why not make use of the restroom?

No2. Chits for cheats

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If that hot-headed professor of yours doesn’t permit you to carry your mobile phone with you, then don’t be disappointed. We have many more options to explore. Write your pointers on a chit of paper and hide it someplace in the washroom. Whenever you aren’t sure what points comes next, attend the nature’s call. 😜

No.3. The forearm technique

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Write as much as you can on your bulky forearm in tiny font so you get to write as many answers as possible. Cover it up wearing a full sleeved tee or a shirt. If you feel you need a glimpse, roll up your sleeve and rock on!!

No.4 Girls! Crazy about scarves?

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If yes then you are rescued and if not then grab one already. Dig in your wireless Bluetooth in your ear and secure your scarf around your head. Call your friend sitting just like you at the other end and get started.

No.5 my favourite. *highly recommended for students bad at formulas*

Writing on the sides of your fingers. It works best for writing formulas and keywords as there’s restricted usage of space. For your better understanding, here’s a pic.👇Source: lifeeventsobservation.wordpress.com

No.6. Desk service.

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Never scribble words on the desk with a pen. It catchy and there are high risks of you been found guilty. If you want an easier way out, use a pencil and when a professor comes to check on you, erase it.

No.7. Don’t.

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Never pass on your answer sheet to your friend if you are not 100% sure of getting it back. Getting low grades is better than scoring a big zero.

No8.eye contact.

Behave as if you aren’t doing anything unusual. Do not look at the examiner for more than five seconds. Professors keep a sharp eye toward any untoward activity. Stay calm. Don’t look suspicious.

No.9. Inside your shoe you will find a clue.

Interesting. 😀Professor! What's going on here!?

Keep your little chit bit inside your shoe like the picture below. Or you can place it in your socks vertically a little exposed at the rim so that you can pull up your sock, no, pull up your chit as and when you want!
10. Students actually use this trick.

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Well, I’m speechless.

Note: I do not encourage dishonest and illegal practices. I’m an honest and a hard-working person who have used some of the above tricks twice or thrice during class tests.
Students caught copying by the vigilance squad is given a three-year imprisonment as per the current practice. Besides, if an educational institute avoids giving any sort of information asked by parents or students or misleads them, then one pay hike of the respective official of the educational institute is stopped. For supervisors, who ignore irregularities or cheating happening during examination, his remuneration is cancelled.
TOI

Hey there! I’m finally awake after sleeping for ten hours. I have been taking so much stress lately which is resulting in diminishing health and thinning hair. Home, friends, studies, nothing seems right!! I have had the worst nightmare ever. I feel feverish and low. And then, I found out this which goes with my mood perfectly. I know I will be okay within a few hours but THIS is how I feel now.

Today was the absolute worst day everAnd don’t try to convince me that There’s something good in everydayBecause, when you take a closer look,This world is a pretty evil placeEven ifSome goodness does shine through once in a whileSatisfaction and happiness don’t last.And it’s not true thatIt’s not in the mind and the heartBecauseTrue happiness can be obtainedOnly if one’s surroundings are goodIt’s not true that good existsI’m sure you can agree thatThe realityCreatesMy attitudeIt’s all beyond my attitudeAnd you will not in a million years hear me say thatToday was a good day.

Dear Anna,I have never written a letter to anyone in these 25 years that I have lived nor will I in the future, I hope. But now I’m forced to write to you, my emotions and sentiments don’t let me rest in peace without you. My attachment with you in this little span of time is indescribable. I want you to come back to me, be your natural self, give me your sweetest smile! I want to plead, beg, cry, flirt , threaten; do whatever is possible to get you back!I was ready to do anything for you. And by anything I mean ANY F***ING THING! If only you would have respected me a little! Only if you would have toyed with me at a little less. What do you think? Bending on my knees and proposing you for marriage with the whole world witnessing the drama was some joke? It might as well be, for you, but I was serious and solemn in my intentions. I had, still have, a pure heart unlike you. Was it me who had asked for your love in the first place? No Damn it! IT WAS YOU. Like nine others, I was the tenth toy with which you played and played till you got bored. And when you broke me down completely, you threw me away without giving a thought of how much this toy had amused you and added joy to your life, although for a few months. I can write and write, write for the entire night. Isn’t that’s all what’s left for me to do? Mourn over the loss of my best treasure? I can hardly sleep or do anything else for that matter. I’m tossing and turning. A tear here, an outburst there. I had my exams, I wanted to study, to be something that I intended to, that I ought to but closed this chapter. In fact you had put a full stop to this whole book. When I used to open my books to study in hope of putting some law in my mind, your memories outlawed me. These emotions killed me without leaving a scar behind. I cry every time I hear a romantic song. I can’t hold back and relax because I love you. “Loved” you would be the precise term? I tried to be a bold and a brave man but I’m not and I can’t! These bitter downpours bites venomously at me. It gives me the kind of pain no medicine can heal. Except one: The healing power of your affection.

I know what you are doing at this time. Flirting with a guy, or hanging out with guys, stalking someone on some filthy social networking site or maybe asking some innocent man to take you to his apartment, as you did with me. The question is, now what? Are you going to torture the innocent gentleman in your life or are you going to put some good thought in that head of yours and repent for what you have done?

I was a very well known guy in my college, mingling with buddies, bubbly bubbly, a happy go lucky kind of a person whose company most students enjoyed. What were you? A fresher who didn’t know the C of college. Nobody knew you either. You wanted the limelight, you wanted attention and you got it. I passed out of College, completed my degree and boom! You cut me out! I’m gone. Do you feel the pain that is transpiring through me? Phew! Forget about that! You need a heart to feel. Do you even know people with smashed hearts? I doubt you do.

You started arguing with me, I didn’t say a word. You started fighting with me, accusing me falsely yet I say only a few words to clarify your hazardous doubts. But then,you brought in the cliche “break up” thing. I apologized though I wasn’t wrong. I wanted to avoide any thing coming in between our miraculous relationship. You were so dear to me! God! So very lovely! I had given you the freedom to flirt to do the hell you wanted to but going away from you was the last thing I wished for. I used to wait for your messages day in and day out. I checked my cell phone like a nomad every now and then. A simple “Hi” made me blush. It was all an illusion. A matter of time which would come to an end and; it did. I don’t feel like getting out of bed, or talking or eating. You hover on my mind all the time. But I have to, you know. It was my first experience at love which was sweet at first but turned out to be ugly later.

Only I know how I face the world , plaster fake smiles and laughs, pretend to be happy when deep inside I’m dying. You took away a part of me with you.

I hope I’ll get over it soon. They say, time heals deepest pains. I’ll join a good firm within some days, work my ass off. And be busy as much as I can. No time for such bullshit. I’ll miss you, no doubt in that. The time that we have spent, ofcourse. All about it. I’m happy that it happened. Just remember “what goes around, comes back around” All the people out there are not fools like the ten of us with whom you were. An eleventh one will teach you what love is. No, no! Not love! He will teach you what is betrayal!!